My Kinda People
Some people like living in a concrete city
And some people don't think these tobacco fields look pretty
But some people see heaven when they look around
And some people know just what I'm talking 'bout
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help
Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails
From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash,
cash turns into whiskey in your glass
If some little small town raised you right
But you're about to tear it out up tonight
You're my kinda people
Yeah, you're my kinda people
Causes my people just need a field a fire and a
And my people could kill a Saturday fishin' with a couple tall boys
And I know everybody's collar ain't quite that blue
There's a whole lot of people that don't understand
but there's a hell of a lot that do
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help
Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails
From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash,
cash turns into whiskey in your glass
If some little small town raised you right
But you're about to tear it out up tonight
You're my kinda people
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help
Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails
From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash,
cash turns into whiskey in your glass
If some little small town raised you right
But you're about to tear it out up tonight
You're my kinda people
Yeah, you're my kinda people
Yeah, you're my kinda people
And some people don't think these tobacco fields look pretty
But some people see heaven when they look around
And some people know just what I'm talking 'bout
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help
Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails
From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash,
cash turns into whiskey in your glass
If some little small town raised you right
But you're about to tear it out up tonight
You're my kinda people
Yeah, you're my kinda people
Causes my people just need a field a fire and a
And my people could kill a Saturday fishin' with a couple tall boys
And I know everybody's collar ain't quite that blue
There's a whole lot of people that don't understand
but there's a hell of a lot that do
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help
Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails
From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash,
cash turns into whiskey in your glass
If some little small town raised you right
But you're about to tear it out up tonight
You're my kinda people
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help
Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails
From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash,
cash turns into whiskey in your glass
If some little small town raised you right
But you're about to tear it out up tonight
You're my kinda people
Yeah, you're my kinda people
Yeah, you're my kinda people
Credits
Writer(s): Jessi Leigh Alexander, Cary Barlowe, Adam Sanders, William Bradford Jr Weatherly
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